ohmygodohmygodohmygodOHMYGOD !
In case you didn't understand, I am very happy right now.
I case you still don't understand, I will put it very simply:
I'VE BEEN NOMINATED FOR THE BEST SISTERS GRIMM STORY OF 2012!
I'm so happy now, I think I might cry!
For those of you who don't know what The Best Sisters Grimm Story of 2012 is, shame on you! It's an annual competition hosted by elligoat to find the best Sisters Grimm story of the year. People nominated their favourite stories for one reason or another, and then vote out of the candidates for a winner! I just want to thank whoever nominated me, and I am eternally grateful.
So, to celebrate, you get another chapter of The Everafters. Enjoy, my favourite people on Earth!
(Song 7 Things goes to Miley Cyrus)
Peace,
Ciara xxx
Chapter 12
Sabrina and Puck avoided each other for two weeks; no pranks, no yelling, no arguing, no nothing. Sabrina shut herself up in her room, talking with her friends, who, at one point, dragged her out of the house.
It was getting closer to Christmas (no snow whatsoever), and the two were nowhere near where their friends and siblings wanted them. Besides Puck's pixies throwing eggs at Narissa's house with a message spelling out STAY AWAY FROM THE GRIMMS, which was probably his way of dumping her, they had nothing to do with each other. Mustardseed (he had the offer of staying for Christmas, which he gladly took, under the pretense of being Puck's cousin Matthew) and Daphne constantly set their respective brother or sister on a path, crossing each other. Unfortunately, Sabrina would simply hurry past, or turn right around if she could.
But out of the blue, maybe three days before Christmas Eve, Sabrina stopped Puck in the hallway.
"Hey," she muttered, not quite looking him in the eyes. Of course, Daphne, Red and Mustardseed were in the girls' (the two twelve year olds) room, ears pressed up against the door.
"Hi, Grimm," Puck half-grinned. "How's life?"
"Good," she replied. "It's good."
Silence stretched between them. Both spoke at the same time.
"Puck-"
"Grimm-"
Sabrina bit her lip; Puck gestured to her. "I know I'm a fail on the... you know. But I think I've got it now."
"You do?" Puck seemed to be a little less down.
"Just listen to this." Sabrina shoved something into his hand. "No questions; think of it as an early Christmas present." She lost all ounce of courage at that point and ran back to her room, the magical lock clicking into place. Yes, magical. Simple magic had no effect on her; little, insignificant but handy spells were an okay. Wand of Merlin? Not so good.
Puck looked down at the little memory stick in his hand. What in the...? He ran back to his room and flew through the forest. Nearby his trampoline bed, he reached into a hollow tree and pulled out his laptop. He rammed it into the socket-thingy and quickly entered the USB's data. Only one thing was downloaded. Called "Shut up and Listen to it Fairy Boy". Huh.
He clicked on it, and to his surprise, a voice came up. Jill's.
"Hello Goodfellow. Yes, it is I, Jill; Sabrina's here. She was too chicken to do it in front of you, so we're doing it from the garage. Sabrina! You're on."
"Still don't see why I have to do it this way," Puck heard Grimm mutter. "Well... hi, Puck. As you know, well... I'm not good with talking without my fists as back up. Especially about... this kind of talk."
Puck snorted. Understatement.
"Exactly," Sabrina carried on as if she'd heard him. "So, thanks to Alice and Jill's thinking, and Belle's magic on hand if I don't do this, I think I've found an easier way to say it... God, that sounded cheesy. But we were thinking about the ball, and how for some reason," Puck could imagine her glaring at her friends, "the songs kept on relating to our… situation." Puck laughed. "Once again- exactly. But, unfortunately, their idea was, I will admit it, pretty good, and the best chance I've got. Do me a favour and listen to the entire thing before going all weird. Thanks."
The others started playing, and immediately Puck knew what she was doing.
1, 2, 3, 4-
Cha
Cha
Cha
Cha
I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we've shared
It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
And now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear
The 7 things I hate about you
Puck's heart sank. He knew it. He'd ruined… whatever it was they had with that stupid, stupid kiss.
The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
And when you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you
Yep, she hated him. He was vain, and he had messed around with her head. And it was true- he was insecure, he could make her laugh and, something he'd discovered earlier that evening, he could make her cry. He did act like his friends sometimes, and she got so mad at him that- wait, what was the last line?
It's awkward and silent
As I wait for you to say
But what I need to hear now
Is your sincere apology
Oh yes, apologies- not only that, but a sincere one. He owed her at least twenty six of those for the past six years.
And when you mean it, I'll believe it
If you text it, I'll delete it
Let's be clear
Oh I'm not coming back
You're taking 7 steps here
There was a little gap of silence, and he could almost hear her almost smile.
The 7 things I hate about you
You're vain, your games, you're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
And when you act like them, just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you
The last line was probably just part of the song. Puck reached out to turn it off.
And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
He froze. What?
I probably should mention
The 7 that I like
The 7 things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's
And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined everything's alright
I want to be
With the one I know
And the 7th thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you
You do (oh)
Puck stared at his laptop for what felt like hours. But then, a wide grin dominated his face; he grabbed his phone and began a text.